"Lydia, do we really have to end up as enemies?" Quincy's voice faltered as he looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but coldness.

His heart grew colder with every passing second. How he longed for the past, when Lydia's gaze was filled with warm, fierce love, like the midday sun that wrapped him in its comforting heat. But now, everything had changed. Lydia gave a mocking smile. "This is the path you chose, Quincy. You made your decision, and now you want to backtrack? It's pointless. We're adults. You can't have it all."

The moment he chose to follow his mother's wishes and kept meeting with Tiffany, any hope for them was lost.

Lydia wasn't the type to tolerate her husband accepting a 'sister' from outside their marriage, and she certainly wouldn't stand by while her mother-in-law plotted to shove a mistress into her husband's life.

If someone wanted to live that life, they could but she wasn't going to make herself miserable for it.

I'm having the rumors cleared up online, and I'll handle

can't. A broken mirror can't be fixed. We're done, Quincy. Take your little mistress and leave." She felt exhausted by it all. Love and marriage were nothing but illusions, like chasing a mirage. From now on, she never wanted to deal with men

made a move to follow her, but Tiffany clung desperately to his arm, using all her strength

Don't let them humiliate you anymore!" she cried out, clutching his leg

enough. He turned to chase after Lydia, worried that seeing this scene might reopen her

gate, only Quincy and

his eyes cold as ice. "Tiffany, you'll go to any lengths to drive a wedge between us, won't you? Did

want you to get hurt. Quincy, look at your face! You've been beaten badly.

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